Started: 21.10.25
Finished: 22.01.12
Words: 4,839
SPNxMarvel, C2C, 1 of 3 semi-connected crossover fics coming out this year
“Yes!” Dean jumped up from the couch, dropping the sweaty controller on the table in triumph as the winner music played, 1st Place flashing on the screen, “Take that you little red-wearing bitch!”
He blinked his watery eyes, looking around for the first time in 19 courses. He grabbed his phone from the table, checking the time, 3am? I didn’t think I’d been playing that long… Now that his concentration was broken, the blonde realized how hungry he was.
He stretched his arms out over his head, back cracking loudly as he did so, ugh. Dean started toward the doorway, stifling a yawn, I’m gonna need fuel if I wanna beat Rainbow Road first try. He stretched his head to one side, then the other as he made his way down the hall, barely noticing the lights were flickering.
Dean made it to the kitchen, brows furrowing as he pulled open the fridge, seriously? He sighed in disappointment as he looked over his slim options, guess I know what I’m doing tomorrow. He closed the fridge before pulling open a cupboard, smiling as he grabbed a box of crackers.
The smile slid off his face as he shook the box. He flicked it open, sighing again as he spotted four crackers in the bottom. Dean closed the box, before replacing it on the shelf, small smirk on his face, since you were saving them…
He walked the few steps back over to the fridge, grabbing the last beer. He twisted the cap off, taking a swig as he stared at the lone apple sitting on the shelf. His stomach let out a loud grumble then, and he reluctantly snatched up the fruit, rabbit food is better than nothing, I guess.
Dean closed the appliance, before exiting the kitchen, making his way back to his man cave. He took a bite out of the apple just as he plopped himself down on his couch. Alright you little bitch, he took a swig from his beer before setting both down on the table next to his phone, picking up the controller again, let’s see what you’re made of.
The blonde pressed the button to advance to the next course, wiping his hands on his thighs in anticipation as the camera panned the length of the multi-coloured road. Here we go… Dean subconsciously leaned closer as the camera came down on the racers, thumb twitching over the gas button as he waited for the light to turn green.
The blonde jumped as the light changed, mashing his thumb into the gas button, letting out a dissatisfied groan as his go-kart stalled, “No, no, no! Come on!”
He watched in despair as the seven computer-generated racers flew passed him. He grit his teeth, mashing his thumb back on the button as his go-kart finally moved. His eyes were glued to the track before him, being less careful than he should’ve been for a road with an awaiting abyss. He drifted too hard going into the first corner, go-kart skidding right over the edge of the track.
He sucked his teeth in frustration as he was fished out, being placed back on the track. His go-kart stalled again as it broke through a power-up box, much to his dissatisfaction. He started back down the track, small smile splitting his face as he got the three speed boost. He used them all in succession, quickly making up the distance between him and the other racers.
His legs twitched as he went into another corner, right on the tail of the seventh racer. His brows furrowed in determination as he went flying ahead of them, before tossing a banana peel a few feet ahead, smile lighting up his face as the sixth racer spun out of control.
Dean went through another power up box, unable to keep his evil laugh at bay as he once again got the speed booster. He hit two in a row, swerving between the fifth and fourth racers, “Now we’re talking!”
The blonde flicked his eyes to the map of the course in the corner, eyes zeroing in on the plumber, who was in first place. Not for long, red. He set his sights on the dinosaur that was a few feet ahead of him as he broke through another power up box.
His heart began to hammer in his chest as he watched the box cycle through the possible options. He wiped a sweaty hand on his leg again as he came to another corner. He took the turn too wide, mashing the right arrow button as he skidded dangerously close to the edge of the track again, “No, no, no! Come on, you little mushroom-head!”
In the next instant, the air around him changed, and he found himself speeding down a bridge. Whoa! He slammed on the breaks as his brain realized he was no longer sitting on his couch.
Dean blinked in surprise as he saw he was now sitting in a go-kart, dangerously close to falling off the edge of a bridge. He carefully peered over the side, boulder settling into his stomach as he saw an endless ocean, too far below for him to even attempt measuring.
Holding his breath, he carefully climbed out of the go-kart, backing up a few steps as it pitched over the side of the bridge. He swallowed hard as he was able to count ten seconds before hearing the splash, guess that rules out jumping.
Shaking his head, he turned around, taking a moment to orient himself. The bridge he was standing on had slow-flickering lights running through it, and looked like it was made out of crystal. There was what appeared to be a giant, metal mountain at the farthest end, and an observatory on the side he was closest to.
Where the hell am I? He instinctively reached to his pocket for his phone, groaning with annoyance as he remembered it was sitting on the coffee table. He scrubbed a hand down his face as he weighed his options, so, not only am I God-knows-where, but I also don’t have my phone? That’s… awesome.
He let out a sigh before starting in the direction of the observatory, there’s a better chance someone’s in there than in the metal mountain… right?
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Dean huffed as he reached the doorway to the observatory, leaning against it as he caught his breath, it didn’t look that far away. He straightened back up after a moment, taking in the surroundings of the room. It was covered in gold gear-shaped objects, with an elevated platform in the middle, holding some sort of podium.
Dean made his way over to the podium cautiously, noting the half-moon shaped mural behind it. He made his way up the steps of the platform, eyes widening as he neared the painting, those stars look so real… He placed a hand on the wall, retracting it as he felt it was glass. This is a window?
He let out a low whistle as he continued staring, “I don’t think I’m in Kansas, anymore.”
“You’d be correct.”
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